Sunday, May 14, 2006
Mama's boy
Shamelessly, gladly, proudly I proclaim to the blogosphere that I am, indeed, a mama's boy.
Did you call or go see your mama today? You should.
Prayer of Confession today at this church:
Lord of Life, if mothers are so important, then why do we treat them so poorly? Why have mothers always had less power, made less money, and been considered as second-class citizens around the world? Help us to do more than just honor mothers. Help us to empower them. In Christ's name, we pray, Amen.
Proverbs 1: 7-9
From MomsRising.org:
There is a silent crisis in America. Mothers and families are in trouble. A full quarter of families with children under six live in poverty, at least 9 million children don't have any health care, and far too many parents can't afford to stay home with sick children. Working toward common sense family-friendly policies like those covered in The Motherhood Manifesto will help all families.
May our Father-Mother in heaven bless and keep you this Lord's Day!
--ER
Did you call or go see your mama today? You should.
Prayer of Confession today at this church:
Lord of Life, if mothers are so important, then why do we treat them so poorly? Why have mothers always had less power, made less money, and been considered as second-class citizens around the world? Help us to do more than just honor mothers. Help us to empower them. In Christ's name, we pray, Amen.
Proverbs 1: 7-9
From MomsRising.org:
There is a silent crisis in America. Mothers and families are in trouble. A full quarter of families with children under six live in poverty, at least 9 million children don't have any health care, and far too many parents can't afford to stay home with sick children. Working toward common sense family-friendly policies like those covered in The Motherhood Manifesto will help all families.
May our Father-Mother in heaven bless and keep you this Lord's Day!
--ER
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of course, i love my mom, but, like any good red-blooded american son, i've got some unresolved issues with her. still harboring some resentment for the religion she tried to cram down our throats.
KEvron
KEvron
Sorry 'bout that Kev. I'm sure she meant well. Or, she mighta had some issues of her own? We're all effed up when it comes right down to it.
God bless you, ER. And your mama.
I, too, am a proud-as-punch mama's boy, and Mother's Day still hurts. It's been six years this weekend since I last saw her, just a week before she died.
I had already planned that trip to western Kansas from my then-new home in Oklahoma City to spend time with my dying mother, then in the middle of the night, my sister called in somewhat of a panic. I was scheduled to work through Saturday night, and I had planned to drive through the night and early Sunday morning to get there to spend as much of Mother's Day that I could.
But at 1:30 a.m. the Friday before, Sis let me know that she didn't think Mama could last that long. Cancer was taking her away from us, and it looked to be sooner more than later. So I packed up what I could and was on the road within an hour. By 9 a.m., I cruised into Mom and Dad's driveway, exhausted, scared, wondering what I might see.
With the help of Hospice, Mom was resting comfortably in a "hospital" bed in the dining room of their home. When I tapped her on the shoulder and told her I loved her, she responded with, "What the hell are you doing here?"
You see, my mother was nervous that her illness and my time away from work would cause problems with my new employers. But I assured her all would be fine. She was near death, and I wanted to spend as much "quality" time with her as possible that day and whatever days I could.
But something special happened, and I've come to realize that my mother just didn't want her baby to see her die. So Mom got better. And better.
She had a bunch of visitors that weekend, and she greeted them all with her own special attitude. By Monday morning, Mom was feisty as ever. She asked how long I intended to stay around, to which I replied, "As long as I need to, Mommy."
That wasn't good, in her eyes. So after her coaxing and much deliberation, I decided it was best for her that I return to Oklahoma City.
It was the toughest drive I'd ever made, because I realized it was to be the last time I'd ever see my mother alive.
So as I honor my mother and try to celebrate this day with the love of my life, her daughter and "our" family, I know Mom is happy with me. But I still miss her, and Mother's Day today, like all the others these last six years, is still a sore spot.
Thankfully, I've got a good legacy to lean on.
I, too, am a proud-as-punch mama's boy, and Mother's Day still hurts. It's been six years this weekend since I last saw her, just a week before she died.
I had already planned that trip to western Kansas from my then-new home in Oklahoma City to spend time with my dying mother, then in the middle of the night, my sister called in somewhat of a panic. I was scheduled to work through Saturday night, and I had planned to drive through the night and early Sunday morning to get there to spend as much of Mother's Day that I could.
But at 1:30 a.m. the Friday before, Sis let me know that she didn't think Mama could last that long. Cancer was taking her away from us, and it looked to be sooner more than later. So I packed up what I could and was on the road within an hour. By 9 a.m., I cruised into Mom and Dad's driveway, exhausted, scared, wondering what I might see.
With the help of Hospice, Mom was resting comfortably in a "hospital" bed in the dining room of their home. When I tapped her on the shoulder and told her I loved her, she responded with, "What the hell are you doing here?"
You see, my mother was nervous that her illness and my time away from work would cause problems with my new employers. But I assured her all would be fine. She was near death, and I wanted to spend as much "quality" time with her as possible that day and whatever days I could.
But something special happened, and I've come to realize that my mother just didn't want her baby to see her die. So Mom got better. And better.
She had a bunch of visitors that weekend, and she greeted them all with her own special attitude. By Monday morning, Mom was feisty as ever. She asked how long I intended to stay around, to which I replied, "As long as I need to, Mommy."
That wasn't good, in her eyes. So after her coaxing and much deliberation, I decided it was best for her that I return to Oklahoma City.
It was the toughest drive I'd ever made, because I realized it was to be the last time I'd ever see my mother alive.
So as I honor my mother and try to celebrate this day with the love of my life, her daughter and "our" family, I know Mom is happy with me. But I still miss her, and Mother's Day today, like all the others these last six years, is still a sore spot.
Thankfully, I've got a good legacy to lean on.
Teditor,
I'm sorry, man. I can't (and don't want to) imagine my own Mama not being there. I guess it'll probably happen, though.
I hope all the mothers out there received something (as simple as a phone call, perhaps) special today.
I'm sorry, man. I can't (and don't want to) imagine my own Mama not being there. I guess it'll probably happen, though.
I hope all the mothers out there received something (as simple as a phone call, perhaps) special today.
You know, I didn't call my mom today, and I wasn't going to, but then I read this post and I think I will. Luckily she's a few hours ahead of me...
:-)
Long time no see, B. You missed a hell of an ugly time at the ER Roadhouse the past week or so. ... Glad you didn't have to see it. :-)
Call yer mama!
Long time no see, B. You missed a hell of an ugly time at the ER Roadhouse the past week or so. ... Glad you didn't have to see it. :-)
Call yer mama!
You know, my mamma didn't need no empowerment. She ruled the roost on her own. The last two years she didn't know who I was, but did remember who my brother was, but not that he was her son. She had his telephone number on speed dial. So when anything needed to be done she dialed him up. Worked for me.
She was 92 when she passed away.
She was 92 when she passed away.
# posted by 
: 3:32 PM
: 3:32 PM
I went to see my momma too. Well to
the place I left her. She will be
gone to Heaven, some 4 yrs this
month. Holidays are hard, but this
one is the hardest. Teditor, I had
been to see her the week before. I
was going to see her on Saturday.
But on Friday at 1:15pm my step dad
called.
She went peacefully in her sleep.
Which was my prayer. But she did
not stop breathing until her mom
left the room to get something from
the kitchen.
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the place I left her. She will be
gone to Heaven, some 4 yrs this
month. Holidays are hard, but this
one is the hardest. Teditor, I had
been to see her the week before. I
was going to see her on Saturday.
But on Friday at 1:15pm my step dad
called.
She went peacefully in her sleep.
Which was my prayer. But she did
not stop breathing until her mom
left the room to get something from
the kitchen.
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